I often complain, although usually to myself because nobody else wants to hear that shit, that my life has descended into a routine, gotten into a rut, settled somewhat too firmly into the groove of go to work, come home, write the blog, repeat. However, as an English teacher in Prague and a father of 2, routine does not mean uninteresting.
In an ordinary city, this would be a major tourist attraction. In Prague, it's just the Post Office.
Today was a typical day. I took Sam to school, or rather halfway to school. For the first time ever, I let him take the Metro by himself for the 2nd leg of the journey. I don’t know. He’s 7. My head says he’s old enough, my gut instinct says no, but my wife let him do it once and he wants to push the envelope. And it worked out O.K. Besides, I was running kind of late.
However, I did have time to hit the post office before going to work. 7:30 a.m. is a great time to do that. No line whatsoever.
Class went well. There was one former student who I was glad to see back, the vivacious young dance instructor, the mother of quadruplets, the super blonde Ukrainianian girl whose eyes are so pale and blue it’s eerie – seriously, I expect like hypno-laser beams to come flashing out of them at some point – and a few others. As any English teacher in this city can attest, the classes are not always filled with interesting students, but I have always been uncommonly lucky in that respect.
Then I had to go to a meeting with prospective clients at the Iranian embassy. It was cool because I got to see the inside of the Iranian embassy and sip tea in an elegant room under a big chandelier. I don’t know if it will work out as a business arrangement, though. Time will tell.
Then I went to pick up Sam from school and was relieved to see him again. I took him to his football practice and then went back to get Isabel from her school. She had an English lesson today. She ignores me, watches TV only in Czech unless I shout about it, and then she cries and runs away, but she was very excited about the lesson in school, they gave her a CD and she dances to all the songs, although not exactly per the words. She hears “head and shoulders, knees and toes” and she just twirls around.
Then, we picked up Sam from football and came home. I’m writing this blog and that’s about it. Routine. But not entirely uninteresting.
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